


head underwater

by warmachineran



Series: Happy Sanayeon Day [2]
Category: TWICE (Band)
Genre: F/F
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-11-23
Updated: 2019-11-23
Packaged: 2021-02-26 23:14:04
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,067
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21537157
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/warmachineran/pseuds/warmachineran
Summary: nayeon is questionably in love.or, a look at her and sana's relationship.
Relationships: Im Nayeon/Minatozaki Sana
Series: Happy Sanayeon Day [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1465132
Comments: 6
Kudos: 132





	head underwater

**Author's Note:**

> Happy SaNayeon Day! Unbeta'd, and I'm going to blame my sleep-deprived brain for posting this at 5 in the morning instead of later for all the mistakes.  
> This was the other ending I thought for the previous one. A lot of things have changed about it, so only the structure of the plot remained the same.

Nayeon first saw her in passing, a lazy glance at the girl with the pretty face on the other side of the pedestrian lane.

Nayeon saw her again in a classroom, and just like the last time, the pretty girl was opposite from her, the pretty girl - Minatozaki Sana, she said, when she introduced herself - is her professor. Nayeon then decides to never miss any of her literature classes.

Outside of the classroom though, Nayeon saw her in the most inconspicuous of places. In the subway after her car broke down, in the car shop where she dropped her old pick-up for repair. In the club she frequents. In the café in front of her apartment.

With the number of times she has unknowingly bumped into the girl in her daily life, Nayeon feels uneasy whenever she doesn't see her.

Nayeon feels untethered. Out of balance. Off.

At first, she didn’t think too much of it - the way she unconsciously looks for the woman in the crowd, the way it's the first thing she does when she gets out of her apartment. She doesn't really notice it, not until Jeongyeon pointed out the fact to her, about how she always searches the crowd for something, someone. And in true Nayeon fashion, she cackles at the absurdity of the statement, hitting Jeongyeon's arms, inviting the eyes of the people around them.

Nayeon catches the sight of pretty blonde hair and an even prettier set of brown eyes.

She momentarily forgets about Jeongyeon and her indignant cry about getting hit, forgets how she basically laughed her friend's accusations out of the notion of reality. Forgets everything, really.

She sees the ghost of a smile directed to her for a split second and if not for the blush coloring her professor's face and ear, Nayeon would have thought she's gone crazy and has started seeing things. But as it is, that half-smile half-smirk is forever ingrained at the back of her eyelids.

Nayeon has a dumb smile plastered on her face throughout that day.

-

Life goes on, time passes. Nayeon's days are still the same as they were months, years ago. She attends her classes, hangs out with her friends, works at the bakery down the street. Nothing much has changed, save for one thing, one person.

Minatozaki Sana has built herself a home in Nayeon's thoughts.

Minatozaki Sana marched inside Nayeon's head, hell-bent on conquering and claiming every crook and cranny of the place as her own. And she did so with nary a conversation between the two.

For some reason, Nayeon let her, let the girl be the center of her universe, her personal sun. Bright, beautiful, stunning.

Dangerous, too, but necessary in her life. And so, Minatozaki Sana has become the nucleus of Im Nayeon's world.

-

They have yet to get to know each other, have yet to speak a word to each other. But Nayeon thinks they have a connection, can feel the tension so thick she can cut a knife through it.

Sometimes Nayeon lays awake in the middle of the night wondering how and why a near stranger has a complete hold on her. Wonders if her professor is secretly the devil in disguise that bewitched her. As fast as this thought comes in her mind, though, she refutes it faster. How could Sana be the devil when she walks their college's halls with a spring in her step? Rainbows and sunshine following her wherever she goes? How could she be, when just a second of her attention can brighten up anyone's day? If the devil is real, then Sana must be the miracle gracing the earth and blessing everyone she meets.

Nayeon goes to sleep thinking Sana is an angel.

-

She passes her literature finals with the best grades.

Jeongyeon accuses her of cheating, "Miss Sana's exams are hard. She's literally the walking definition of don't judge a book by its cover. The bad version. She's smiley and giggly in class but her exams melt brains."

Nayeon cockily shrugs and sing-songs, "That's because you're an idiot, Yoo Jeongyeon."

Jihyo almost, almost, let Jeongyeon take a swing at Nayeon, just to wipe off that smugness in her face. She barely passed the exam, and she's Park Jihyo, one of the contenders for overall top student in their batch. Along with Nayeon, but still.

-

One of the final requirements of the class is a portfolio containing all of their graded and returned papers, assignments, and exams. An easy and free boost of grades, Nayeon thinks, because Professor Minatozaki Sana is an angel like that.

Nayeon compiles her portfolio until the last day, just so she's got an excuse to attend the last week of free class. She has decided to finally start a conversation with the woman occupying her thoughts ever since the first day of the semester.

Nayeon has this big plan where she coolly hands in her portfolio, smoky eyes and a smolder, deep voice, a witty remark. Maybe accidentally have her professor's fingers brush against hers. Make the woman a shy and blushing mess. All in all, she walks to the last day of her literature class with all the confidence and bravado the world could offer.

-

In her first class, personal questions directed at their professor were common. The class was loud and buzzing with excitement. The blonde was new in the faculty. And she was young, friendly, beautiful, and most especially, she was hot as hell. Boys think they have a bat's chance. Girls want to know her secret. Everyone wants to know if Miss Minatozaki is single. And Nayeon? Nayeon doesn't know what she wants.

So she sits at the back of the class and just listens. Eyes in front, pen in hand. Just in case she needs to jot down an important announcement.

Everyone clamored to ask Miss Sana if she's seeing anyone, and to the delight of many, she answered that she's single.

A brave, hopeful boy asks what she's looking for in a man.

"I guess it's a given that I'm a romantic by heart, no? I mean, I'm teaching literature. I'm pretty sure those who applied specifically for this class could relate."

The class erupts in groans and laughter. Nayeon preens at the unwitting compliment, she is indeed a romantic by heart. Loves the big gestures, but loves the little things more.

"I'm kind of clumsy and passive, so I want someone who would be able to lead me."

The girls in class squeal like high schoolers. The boys puff out their chest, smug and very hopeful.

Nayeon pitied these foolish boys because as Miss Minatozaki Sana answered the question, she was looking straight at Nayeon. All the way from the small podium in front of the class, to her elevated last row of seats.

Im Nayeon, 29 years old, in her fifth semester of college, cannot avert her eyes from the 28-year old woman in front of a bunch of 19-year old kids she's going to call her classmates for the next five months.

-

There were only a few students cramming for their portfolios when Nayeon arrived in the classroom, and all of them swept their heads in her direction when she made a very dramatic entrance. She really didn’t think that the double doors would creak so loud.

It was embarrassing. But her professor wasn’t there so it was okay. She really couldn't care less about what the other kids think.

As usual, Nayeon sat at the back of the room, watching her surroundings idly, listening to the dull sounds of rustling papers, soft murmurs, and gentle breeze of scorching summer heat.

Nayeon wakes up to the orange glows of sunset filtering through the classroom's windows, and to the quiet scratching of pen on paper. There, in the table in front of the class, sits Miss Sana, all in her angelic beauty, tranquil and calm, grading their portfolios. Nayeon's final requirement is still in her bag.

But Nayeon relaxes more in her seat, slouched and her chin resting on top of her palm. Content in watching the woman of her dreams do mundane work.

"If you don't pass your paper now, Miss Im, I'd be forced to mark it late, you know?"

Even her professor's voice is soothing, flowing through the air gently, like the wind that carries over fallen leaves when seasons change.

And just like those dead crunchy brown leaves, Nayeon had no choice but to follow through the winds' whims.

She hands over her papers, completely mum, rendered speechless by the teasing smile the blonde graces her with. Absolute adoration is reflected through pretty brown eyes.

Nayeon isn't sure if it's the adoration she feels for the blonde that is being reflected, or if she's experiencing a delusion caused by a fever dream.

-

Warmth blossoms inside Nayeon's heart and elephants trample her insides on the morning of her graduation. Though she wasn't able to snag the valedictorian award, she's a thousand percent sure that it was the day where all sorts of miracles happened all over the world. Most especially, to her.

Im Nayeon thinks she won the greatest, biggest award there ever is.

And she wasn't trying to brag, really, except she truly is, absolutely, completely bragging.

The phrase "who wouldn't" echoes inside her brain, bouncing throughout her skull.

3rd-year literature professor Miss Minatozaki Sana greeted her with a megawatt smile as soon as she arrived, alone, in the graduation hall. A bouquet of violets in her hands, congratulating her for a job well done. Warm fingers grazing hers when she's handed the flowers.

Nayeon is, once again, stunned into silence. Miss Sana was wearing a long-sleeved white dress, stopping a few inches from her heels, blonde hair loose and cascading down her back, pink full lips glistening under the glow of the hall's chandeliers.

The ceremony was a blur. Nayeon barely remembers Jihyo giving her valedictorian address - it was wonderful, not because Nayeon was mentally present for it, but because Jihyo subjected both her and Jeongyeon to hours of practicing and rewriting her speech. Barely registers Jeongyeon yelling "That's my girl!" at the top of her lungs from the back. She hears multiple wolf whistles accompanying that declaration, coming from the families' and visitors' seats. Nayeon is coherent enough to know those where Chaeyoung and Dahyun. She spares a glance at Jihyo's direction and sees the girl blushing madly and smiling wide, gums and perfect teeth peeking.

And with that, Nayeon is pulled out of her dazed state momentarily to stand up and yell, "Jihyo, marry me!" because really, she wouldn't be Im Nayeon if she would pass out the very rare opportunity to embarrass the always composed girl.

Multiple dissents could be heard as the graduating student body explodes in a cacophony of voices declaring their love for the valedictorian. Park Jihyo has always been loved by everyone in the university. Nayeon meets Jeongyeon's eyes and the girl looks like she's straight-up about to bury her and kiss her at the same time. The thought disgusts and flatters her. The both of them always worked hard to make Jihyo feel appreciated and loved. And they had a running rivalry on who could do so better. Nayeon always thought it was silly, not because the competition is absurd, but because Jeongyeon had a very unfair advantage over her for being Jihyo's girlfriend.

Nayeon looks at the faculty seated on the raised platform and sees the university president looking like he was about to have an aneurysm. She also sees the blonde woman trying so hard not to laugh, and Nayeon feels proud of herself. Jihyo clears her throat and shushes them, shyly but firmly rejecting everyone's proposals. The president looked so relieved that she was tempted to make another ruckus. She doesn't hate the man, god, no, not when he was the one who helped her most into getting back to university. She just wants to make Miss Sana burst out in laughter.

Jihyo was glaring daggers at her when she was about to stand up again but what really made her sit back down was Miss Sana's index finger coming to rest against her lips, those supple lips curved upwards and amusement still glinting in her eyes.

Like a sated and well exercised puppy, Nayeon quietly let the ceremony to proceed. Head back in the clouds, heart giddy.

She gave a short speech as the salutatorian, about new beginnings and adventures, of being courageous and brave. Despite floating in clouds just a moment before, she delivered it with conviction, voice unwavering, eyes fiery with unadulterated passion of a bright soul welcoming life's struggles and rewards with open arms.

Nayeon is great at that, putting on appearances. But it was also not purely just a façade, she could feel someone's stare burning a hole at the back of her head. Deep down, she knows who it was, so with Minatozaki Sana occupying her thoughts, she grounded herself to the present. And for doing so, she was rewarded again with another smile, solely, exclusively for her. Only for her.

After she went down the stage though, the applause and cheering became background noise, and she's back to functioning on autopilot. Her mind held captive by the gorgeous woman and the intoxicating sweet scent of the flowers left in her seat.

Speeches and words of encouragement flew over her head. The only thing deemed important by her dazzled brain is the instances where Miss Sana caught her staring - which was all throughout the ceremony, really. No matter how many times they have locked eyes, the slight quirk of those lips remained the same. Still teasing and still amused.

Once the ceremony and picture taking ends, students and attendees alike file out to leave the venue. Nayeon is left rooted in front, just standing there, looking up at the university's raised logo. She must have stayed there for a while because when a warm hand tugs at her cold one, pulled out of her musings and startled into the present, the hall was dead silent and she was met with the sweetest and warmest of smiles.

Nayeon doesn't pull away her hand but instead, she grips it tighter and returns the smile.

"Join me for dinner."

It was not a question, so Nayeon didn’t have to answer, just followed the woman leading her out of the hall - right foot in front, left, repeat.

-

"Where the heck are you?! It's been a month! Call me back soon, okay? We're really worried."

Nayeon sighs and rubs her face, fiddles with the phone in her hands to listen to the greeting message set.

"Hello, this is Sana speaking. I'm out on my looking-for-life's-purpose trip. I'm probably lost right now so just leave a message after the beep!" 

She turns off the phone, chucks it back to the depths of her bag, and goes back to work.

-

Nayeon's first degree was management, her parents insisted, as it was expected of her that she is to take over the family business when she's older. Which was a complete and utter waste of her life, if one were to ask her. Not because she thinks she's somehow above it, but because she never really was able to put it into practice. Not when she was tossed out of their house at the night before her graduation for that degree.

Disowned by her supposed family when she refused to marry some boy they had picked for her.

She was valedictorian, that time. Because her parents expected nothing short of the best from her. So, Nayeon gave her best, always. But her refusing to agree with the arrangement they had made for her, without any of her input, somehow was more important than what the next day represented.

Nayeon had never felt complete and utter hatred in all of her life that night.

-

Sana dragged her out of the hall towards the parking lot with their fingers intertwined, Nayeon still has her graduation gown on, her other hand holding onto her bouquet of flowers and purse.

At the back of her mind, though, a part of her worries - worries about how they look to other people.

A professor dragging the salutatorian towards her car, looking like a woman on a mission. It does make one wonder about what the mission could be. It never was a good thing to be seen outside with a former professor, especially in a class she did so well in.

It was the prominent reason as to why Nayeon never tried to pursue a different kind of relationship with the woman. Well, that and the fact that she kind of was a chicken, even after a whole year and two semesters have passed since she took that class.

She never will admit that out loud though, and thus will take it to her grave, but the fear of rejection clawed at the back of her throat whenever opportunities to strike a conversation comes up. Nayeon was an adamant supporter of grabbing the things you want, but that huge possibility of getting turned down? It made her clam up.

Nayeon was so lost in her head that she didn’t realize that she was dragging her feet, has considerably slowed down, and was worrying her bottom lip until the blonde woman suddenly stopped and she bumped into her back.

Sana turned around, thumb drawing circles at the back of her hand, looking at her with a shy and nervous smile.

"Am I coming on too strong? Made you uncomfortable? I just thought, well. I saw you here all alone and I just thought to invite you for dinner?"

Oh. So that's it. Nayeon thinks.

The invite was out of pity.

Nayeon let out a self-deprecating laugh, because, of fucking course.

She pulls away and holds the flowers in front of her. Like a shield, of sorts. The feel of the wrapping around her fingers was real, the scent of the flowers was real.

"I feel like I said the wrong thing," Sana continues, the suddenness of Nayeon pulling away from her was not unnoticed.

"I'm sorry," Nayeon starts, "That was very nice of you, but you didn’t have to. I was just spacing out."

She really, desperately tried to be her normal, chirpy self. She already hates how monotonous and clipped her voice sounds.

"Yup, definitely said the wrong thing," the blonde moves closer to her, hand reaching out for hers, and Nayeon? Nayeon doesn’t move back or step away. Just like those fallen leaves, Nayeon is, once again, at the mercy of the whims of the winds, and in this case, Sana's actions.

Her clammy hand is back on Sana's steady ones and her heart breaks and mends itself.

"I really like you, Nayeon. All these years. And I thought you liked me, too. I'm not as oblivious or dense as most people think, and I have eyes, you know? I often see you looking so, well, I thought you liked the view."

Nayeon always has likened Sana's giggles to the chiming bells of heaven's gates. She hasn't heard nor has an idea of how those would sound, but she thinks the embarrassed giggles of the woman in front of her are an accurate representation of them.

"But now I'm thinking that maybe I did just have something on my face? Because I'm rambling and you're still not saying anything. And I really would appreciate it if you would say anything, really, because if not I would really want for the ground to swallow me up right at this moment."

Nayeon feels like she's having an out of body experience, wonders if her soul has left her body because the woman whom she liked for two years gave her a pity invite and is now having a hallucination.

"One of my questionable kinks is for you to shut me up with kiss whenever I ramble. Though I always thought badly of that act whenever I see it play out on shows or in literature, makes me want to scream: 'hey consent is a thing, people!' but seriously, any moment now, Nayeon. It's not like I'm rambling in the middle of a deserted parking lot."

Sana's firm grip on her hand, though - it's real and it grounds Nayeon and anchors her to the present.

"Do you think the university president will kill me if he learns about how I broke our salutatorian?"

Nayeon sees the corner of Sana's lips quirking up in that mischievous way it always does when the woman was teasing their class. It was adorable and heart-stopping.

She snaps out of it and blushes deeply, laughing unabashedly. Just a few minutes ago it felt like she was slowly and rapidly dying but now she's back floating on the clouds again.

She's wheezing and breathless by the time she stops and Sana's just, standing there. Still holding her hand, a grin on her face, and asks, "Dinner?"

To which Nayeon answers with a kiss to her cheek.

-

Nayeon never really questioned why Sana does what she does. She just accepted them and moved on, dubbed them as Sana's Antics and rode with the flow.

Nayeon is now 33, Sana's 32. They've been together for almost three years and none of their friends know about them.

-

"I'm home," Nayeon says, as she locks their front door, waiting for the familiar dull pads of sock-clad feet, the familiar warmth of arms circling her waist, and the familiar weight of her lover's chin coming to rest on her shoulders. She doesn't have to wait for too long.

"Welcome home, love," Sana murmurs gently on her neck, sleepy and dazed.

Nayeon pats and combs through pink hair all the while taking off her shoes, then turns around to kiss the woman on the cheeks.

"How was work?"

They trudge through the hallway like that, with Sana just happily clinging onto Nayeon's back and speaking directly on her nape. Nayeon shivers every time her lips softly brushes on the skin there.

"Boring."

"Because I wasn't there?"

Nayeon hums, Sana molds her front to her back and rests her cheeks against Nayeon's back. Contently hanging onto her.

It's been over a month since Sana came over to stay at her place and left everything behind. It's the longest Sana has been on one of her 'trips' and the longest Nayeon has to lie about not knowing where the woman was.

They've been doing this for the better part of their relationship and Nayeon, even after six years, still couldn't find it in herself to hate this arrangement they have.

Sana goes and leaves and stays and comes over whenever she wants. And Nayeon always lets her and waits for her. But it's okay, because Sana never strayed too far nor too long from her.

It's unhealthy, people would say, not having a verbal confirmation of what they have.

Nayeon really doesn't care.

"Momo called this afternoon, says she's worried about you."

Sana just nods at this, too focused on feeding bites of food to Nayeon. They always just used one plate whenever they eat inside the privacy of Nayeon's apartment. Lunches and dinners have always been Sana perched on Nayeon's lap and sharing food between them.

"I'm thinking of going home tomorrow."

Nayeon presses a soft kiss under Sana's jaw.

-

The dinner was lovely. Sana drove them to a five-star restaurant, candle-lit tables and soft piano tunes echoing around the place.

Sana is apparently a friend of the owner and head chef and always has reserved a table for her and their other friend.

Although not having any kind of conversation before it, they talked about anything and everything, as if they were old friends who drifted apart but came together to catch up.

They were finished eating when Nayeon lay her hand on the table and when Sana put her own over it, sliding gently to intertwine their fingers, Nayeon didn't mind it one bit.

Sana insisted on paying for the bill when Nayeon tried to split it in half, saying that it was her punishment for saying the wrong thing earlier.

-

Ever since getting together with Sana, Nayeon felt like she was split in two. The Nayeon the world knows, and the Nayeon exclusively Sana's.

She's always had a loud personality, always the center of the attention, a mood maker. And she still is, with Sana, but she's also known to be the leader type, taking matters into her own hands, stepping up when no one wants to, always in control. But Sana has long since mellowed her out, tamed her unruly and chaotic side. With Sana, Nayeon follows. With Sana, Nayeon submits.

-

Nayeon's small apartment is Sana's safe place. When life gets too overwhelming and Sana needed an escape, she comes over unannounced. Most times she spends a night tucked under Nayeon's chin then goes home the next day. Refreshed and ready. Sometimes she stays until the sun comes down.

Life has been hard on Sana.

They haven't gone and hung out together with any of their friends but Nayeon knows Sana puts on appearances too.

The first time into their relationship when her girlfriend can't take it anymore, when it became too much and a whole day was not enough to calm her, Nayeon proposed these little trips instead. Like camping on a mountain for a few days, she said.

And so Sana's looking-for-life's-purpose trips started. Nayeon was 31 at the time and Sana, 30.

-

One of the talents Nayeon always bragged about is her flawless memory. And everything Sana-related was documented and filed under a special folder in her brain.

Nayeon had a day off from work and decided to go through her memory box. There were little trinkets inside, from her childhood up to her college days. She looked at each of them with fondness in her eyes and a smile in her lips.

She comes across pressed violets and remembers them immediately. There was just no way she would remotely forget any second of that momentous day as it was the start of her relationship with Sana. She snaps a quick photo and sends it to Sana.

Then she remembers, "All these years."

-

Nayeon never felt truly alone until news about her parents' unfortunate accident was all over the news. They have never reached out to her after disowning her, so she was confused as to why she's so affected by their deaths.

Sana was there, though, rocked her curled up form and scratched her scalp, murmuring assurances softly until she fell asleep.

-

One would think that they're just playing an uncommitted game of house, they have no labels but referred to each other as their girlfriend. No one knows about their relationship. Every monumental milestone in their relationship happened in the intimate privacy behind locked doors and foreign places.

Sana never felt the need to tell anyone about them. And Nayeon was happy and content with it.

They are happy and in love for four years now.

Nayeon loves to mention how they work well together. It gives her a huge ego boost, but most importantly, it makes her feel so loved and so happy.

She's older and more mature now, and never ashamed to admit that Sana indeed tempered her and reeled her in. Because she also encouraged her girlfriend to be more adventurous and to let go. Nayeon brought out the childish playfulness out of Sana.

They have done so many things together, have gone to so many places together.

-

The owner of the bakery Nayeon worked at during her second degree in classical literature invited her to come visit the place. They were closing down to retire and wanted to see her before they move away to the countryside.

She owes the old couple so much for employing her when they didn’t need to so the decision was made instantaneously, informing Sana about her plans of going home late on a Friday evening.

"Should I be worried?" Sana playfully teases through their video call, the teasing curve of her lips still the same as it was years ago.

"About me working in a bakery again? If I do, I could sneak some pastries for you, you know."

Sana chuckles at this and squints her eyes at Nayeon.

"You're so bad, Im Nayeon, what would your employer say about you?"

"I'd tell them you used your puppy eyes on me."

"Can I come with, though? I know how important the place and the owners were to you."

Nayeon feels the air leave out of her lungs and she's left gasping for air, because Sana is perfect.

"I'll pick you up after work tomorrow."

-

They never really outright hid their relationship from their friends. They just never had the reason to bring it up.

So when Nayeon brought Sana as her plus one in Jeongyeon's and Jihyo's wedding, to say that the about to be newly-wed couple had the shock of their lives would be an understatement. The couple suspected Nayeon was seeing someone but never knew who it was.

By the time the small wedding and reception finished, everyone in their friend group was seated in a small circle and Sana and Nayeon were in the middle of an interrogation.

Both were happily answering all of their friends' questions, hands intertwined, their own rings and Jeongyeon's and Jihyo's glinting under artificial light.

-

Nayeon knows her and Sana's love story was not the most normal and that other people might turn their faces to frown at them. Not just because they were both women, but because of everything little and big in between.

How they never came out as a couple for years. How Nayeon encouraged Sana to escape from her problems. How Sana showed up randomly where Nayeon was just so they could talk, but ultimately not having the guts to. How everything about them is just, really, questionable and out of the ordinary.

But they work well this way. They're married and in love.

As Nayeon let Sana hold her hand in a bone-crushing grip, as Sana yelled out profanities and bloody murder, as the piercing cries of their baby echoes around the delivery room, Nayeon looks at her wife and the small addition to their family and she knows that she will never trade it for anything else.

**Author's Note:**

> This has been a long time coming and honestly, I'm not very happy with it. But I can't really sleep so I have decided to finish this instead and get it out there before I change my mind.  
> Life has been kicking my butt for a while now, a family member and my dog passed just last month, and I truly hope that you're having a better year than I am.  
> Again, this is self-indulgent. Would also probably edit it sometime soon because really not happy with how it came out LOL.


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